NineteenEightyThree

Yo lets uh get into this next one

This is a uh remix of 1983 from uh 1983

Uh no hook nothing just straight verse

Peep this

Yes, please

Yes ma'am

Yo

What market am I suppose to break out to

When I make

Souled out Jazz you can make out to

I'm a take out two blunts and bake out too

Till I got the courage to ask if I can take out you

But even if my relationship sunk

My album stay slapping like an element of funk

I

Stay on my grind like the middle of the wheels

I'm always smoking even in the middle of my meals

Kicking my spill

Dish a raw deal

My lyrics is raw footage cause this is on the real

And this is on the real like

Mona Lisa sideways smiles on my penis for a long great while

I keep it kicking like P90X

You wanna talk hits motherfucker sign the checks

Or step up to a young ass rhyming vet

Who murders fake fucks like snuff cyber sex

Bet

I keep it gritty on every street that I walk on

I keep it gritty on every beat that I talk on

Like. This

Write. Hits

Like. Miss. You Like. This

I keep it gritty like

Crooked teeth shine pretty under city lights

It's really nice but ehh

I'm staying in tonight

I gotta really write these verses

As I'm slurping on a gin and ice

So give me a pen to write

And imma knock it out fast

And tear the track up like it had an ass

Ever last and passion on the mic and when I'm off it

Your girls guts I'm smashing often

If I was ever on the rocker then I'm off it

Hot coffee keep me rocking till I'm in the coffin

The beat west Nile sick bro

For me to spit sick flows spits for them limp knows

Pardon me I'm appalled at your verse

D Ross stay on call like a nurse

I serve up everything on the menu

All at once

At one time

At one venue

Listen to the essentials I send you

If it catches your attention I attend to

Lock it in your brain

All you rap lames are the opposite of strange and I'm obviously the most deranged

Maybe the most hardcore-est

Jazzy rapper that ever said fuck a chorus

That's me in the back I play the wallflower

Emcees catch a glance and they all cower

Is it cause they wanna be me (nah man)

Is it just cause they see me (aww man)

Yeah

I'm conceited as fuck

And I go green cause I'm always weeded as fuck

I gotta

Baja with a secret pocket

Of a

Secret stash of illegal narcotics

I move a product of plastic and it's in jewel boxes

Biblical when I come with the strength of 2 oxes

The game is coke and I'm rocking it up

And

I'm flyer than some helicopters and stuff

Um

Bitches fiend for the dog food like Old Yeller

And I spin old records like a propeller